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Today, I received an email from BabyCenter. Subject: Is your baby walking?
It landed in my inbox because my baby, Ieuan, turned one only two weeks ago. He is like any one-year old, more of a toddler now than a baby. Crawling everywhere. Standing on shaky legs, with a big grin on his face and one small step away from delicious trouble.
And, that’s wonderful. That’s exactly how it is supposed to be.
But, I have another child. My daughter, May, who is also a “toddler” though she has never toddled. She is three. May is severely brain-damaged. After she was born, the only things the doctors could be sure that she would ever be able to do was pee and breathe. Pee and breathe.
How did I deal with that information? I didn’t really. On so many levels, I didn’t. I love her dearly, but I’m not one of those mothers who has a disabled child and would never change a thing about her. I would. In an instant, in a heartbeat. My heart. I’d give up my heart.
For one single, wobbly step. I’d give up my heart for her to be able to feel the world move beneath her feet. For her to control her life that little bit. For her to propel herself. Independently. One step. I would give her my heart.
The BabyCenter email I received said, “Your baby’s first steps– this is huge. It’s exciting to watch your new walker’s bowlegged locomotion, but it’s equally fun to see the look on your baby’s face: part surprise, part joy, part holy-moly-I-can’t-believe-I’m-really-doing-this.”
The video below is of May, about 45 seconds after being strapped into a walker for the very first time. Walking is not a miracle for May. It is three years of work, devotion, heartbreak and fury (and fun too, let’s not forget the best part) – all that went into every step. That is no miracle.
May, I give you my heart.
You can read more from Stacie at Mama Lewis and the Amazing Adventures of the Half-Brained Baby.
Photo credit: Stacie “Proud Mama” Lewis
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